What he say?
I ain’t gon’ lie, this sh#t slap, i think i’m f#cking with it
I ain’t gon’ lie, this b#tch thick, i think i’m nutting in it
Why do n#gg#s steal the sauce and get to runnin’ wit’ it?
Why the whip got a odor? got them onions in it
And i’ll put this b#tch in sport and get to leaving n#gg#s
I’ll throw on the cartier’s and get to reading n#gg#s
I’ll put this .40 down, really beat a n#gg#
Or put your brother in the ‘wood and get to chiefin’ n#gg#s
Me and d-boii we the wave in this b#tch
You know it’s sticks around when the gang in this b#tch
Every n#gg# with me got on chains in this b#tch
Try to snatch one you gon’ meet this ‘k in this b#tch
Might throw a couple bands and make it rain in this b#tch
Might call a n#gg# main and run a train in this b#tch
Yo b in the corner busting plays in this b#tch
If you ain’t smoking runtz then you can’t hang in this b#tch
Shit’s so wet i damn near came in this b#tch
She gave it to me sloppy, give me brains wit the t#ts
If you can’t up a dub, n#gg#s lame in this b#tch
Who said this sh#t a drought? i’ll make it rain with a brick
On the gang
Forgis on the 550, b#tch that’s how i’m bummin’
She was playing with the cat so i had to f#ck her cousin
All my diamonds dancing, you will never see me tucking
f#ck it. if n#gg#s yelling f#ck ’em then it’s f#ck ’em
Alright then brodie, we ain’t f#cking with them boys
Yeah it’s up, but if you ask me yeah it’s nothing with them boys
Buffed the f#ck up, they like, “you f#cking with them ‘roids”
And you not enough for her so she be f#cking with them toys
And i’m still childish so i’m still f#cking with them toys
Chop with a, slide down and make some noise
I’ll never beat my b#tch, she get to f#cking that’s her choice
Put a “p” up on his head and get to puffing on the boy
On the gang
This chopper so big it make it hard for me to hold it
All these blues in the loaf it make it hard for me to fold it
Give a f#ck about a b#tch, don’t wanna f#ck i’ll get the lotion
Don’t make me drop that bag and have them killas creep up on you
Wocky with the lemonade yeah that’s my potion
I’m feeling like dre in that benz, i’m in motion
Can’t tell that’s your b#tch by the way she bust it open
Laughing at you suckas when i shoot but i ain’t joking
n#gg#
Yeah i ain’t joking
Laughing at you suckas when i shoot but i ain’t joking
Yo b#tch p#ss# good so i bust it wide open
Ah, ah, ah, you can see the stick poking
Ayy, yeah and i’m on one
.223’s in that chop, ah yeah i’m on one
.223’s in that chop, ah yeah i’m on one
Thirty on that glock, ah ah yeah i’m on one
Ah, ah and i’m on one
Ah, yeah and we on one
Ayy n#gg# funk, run in the house n#gg# on one
D-boii and slimmy back to back, yeah we on one
Gang, ah
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